The Adventures of Ron Weasley: Puff and Nutter

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Chapter 1- Doubts


Ron sighed softly, trying desperately to remove his left arm from underneath the sleeping form of his girlfriend, Hermione. The brunette smiled in her sleep and rolled over; he stroked her hair affectionately, but as of late he’d begun to feel distinctly differently about her. It wasn’t that he didn’t love her; of course he did just…well he wasn’t sure. She’d been with him all the way from the very beginning of school and she’d risked her health and safety innumerous times to secure his wellbeing.


Of course he loved her; how could he not love someone so loyal and forgiving? Maybe it was that he wasn’t in love with her anymore. The thought nearly brought him to tears. He stood up and walked to the frost coated window to look out onto the sweeping grounds of the Hogwarts campus; this sight always brought him some measure of comfort. He stretched and shifted his glance from the ground to the sky.


The faint light was growing by the second and the gray light of false dawn softened the sharp edges that he could see, like an Impressionist painting spread out before him and coming to life as he watched. He looked back over his shoulder at Hermione and for an instant he contemplated climbing back into the warm bed, but he felt that he’d never be able to fall asleep again so instead he put on a pair of socks and his bathrobe and padded down the spiral staircase to the common room.


During the winter months the House Elves always kept a fire going in the house common rooms to maintain a comfortable temperature. Ron was glad of this and he had his choice of armchairs to sit by. He selected the oldest, most worn and therefore most comfortable of the scarlet upholstered chairs it was also the nearest to the fire. He stared into the flames and tried to lose himself in their hypnotic flickering. Within moments he was snoring softly.


++++ He was sitting in a circle of his friends and year-mates smiling at laughing at the jokes and stories that were being traded around him. Hermione came up behind him and planted a kiss on the top of his head before wrapping her arms around him and pulling his torso to her as she made herself comfortable on the floor. He kissed her hand gently and rejoined the conversation with a story of his own.


At the conclusion of Ron’s anecdote, Harry rose from his place in the circle and announced that he had something in mind that was sure to “liven up the party,” as he disappeared up the spiral staircase to the boy’s dorm. His hair was shinier than Ron could ever remember seeing it. After a few moments he returned and with a flash of his green eyes he produced an empty butterbeer bottle from behind his back. Ron and most of the other magically born members of the circle merely looked confused, but Hermione shook her curly head and Dean smiled mischievously.


Harry greeted the confused glances with a smirk as he sat the empty bottle down in the center of the circle and sat back to wait for the flood of questions that he was sure would erupt at any second. “Um, Harry,” said Neville with a scratch of his head, “Wouldn’t it have been more fun if there was actually some butterbeer in that bottle?”


Harry chuckled before answering, “Muggle teenagers play a game with empty bottles called ‘spin the bottle’. Its not a very original name, but it is accurate.”


“You need to tell us how the game is played and stop lording it over us before I decide to take you into the corridor and hurt you,” said Seamus with a threatening gesture of his balled fist.


“All right mate there’s no need to resort to fisticuffs. The game is simple, one person begins by spinning the bottle in the middle of the circle, like so,” he said giving the bottle a quick spin before continuing, “and when it stops the spinner has to kiss the person that the mouth of the bottle points toward, like this,” he leaned forward and planted a kiss on Parvati’s mouth.


“Bloody brilliant, mate!” Seamus exclaimed with a sidelong glance at Lavender. She caught the glance and blushed a deep red. It was absolutely ridiculous the way that the two of them were beating around the bush, so to speak. Everyone knew that they’d been crazy for each other since second year and thought that they should just get on with it. Ron elbowed Seamus and a wide grin split the redhead’s face. Lav blushed even deeper at the silly grin on Seamus’ face and hid her face in her hands.


“I’ll go first,” said Dean, so that Lav would have at least a small amount of time to recover her composure. As his hand touched the bottle he paused a moment to ask a question, “So what happens if it stops facing a bloke?”


“Then you kiss him,” Harry’s answer was so matter-of-fact that Dean was a bit taken aback. After only an instant of hesitation Dean shrugged and spun the bottle. He was lucky, it faced Hermione. The two of them smiled awkwardly before leaning into the circle and kissing for a bit longer than was really necessary. Ron stared at the lingering kiss and was mildly surprised to find that he hadn’t even a flicker of jealousy at seeing his Hermione so enthralled by the kiss of another.


“Me next,” said Harry, breaking into Ron’s thoughts. He spun the bottle and when it stopped Ron’s breath caught in his throat, this was not at all what he’d anticipated. Harry let out a small laugh and began to reach for the bottle again when Seamus interrupted, “No, don’t you wimp out on us. It is your rule, mate!”


“Very well,” Harry answered. He turned to Ron and grabbed him by the shoulders; Ron could feel his heart racing, thumping painfully against his ribs. He struggled not to lick his lips in anticipation of the kiss. It seemed to take an eternity for Harry’s lips to reach his. Ron’s mind was moving even faster than his heart; how many times had he slept in the same bed as Harry when he’d come to the Burrow? How could he have never realized that he was attracted to Harry before this moment? He’d been so close all those years, right under his nose. Distracted by this thought, time resumed its normal flow and Harry’s soft lips met his, but not just his lips. Ron was pleasantly surprised to find that a tongue accompanied those exquisitely delicate lips. The rest of the room and the people in it melted away and there was only the two of them, locked in a deep kiss that stirred a latent fire in his pants and caused a nearly painful erection. ++++


He awoke to none other than Harry grabbing his shoulders and Harry's lips, those perfect lips, were not even three inches from Ron's. “Wake up. Its Christmas. Time for presents, or have you forgotten?”


“No, I haven’t. I’ll be up in a few minutes, I just have to use the toilet,” Ron said as he though of the erection that had only become more rigid at the sight of his best mate. He pushed himself up out of the chair and made his way to the toilet where he made certain to lock it behind him, as he did not want to be disturbed.


He leaned against the sink and let the robe fall from his shoulders; he looked at the naked mass of lean muscles in the mirror and sighed, there was no way that Harry would want him sexually. None the less he would not let his fantasy be denied and he grasped his hard sex and began to stroke it, all the while thinking about how desperately he wanted it to be Harry touching him.


A couple of moments later he was rewarded with an amazing feeling and a palm-full of his own fluids. He washed his hands and pulled his robe back over his shoulder before ascending the stairs to exchange Christmas gifts with his friends and siblings, hoping desperately that he’d be able to conceal his newly awakened feelings from all of them, especially Hermione and Harry. He paused a moment before the closed door to compose himself and erase the last trace of thoughts of naked Harry from his mind. He opened the door with a smile he didn’t feel and began the painful charade that might destroy him.


A/N: This is my story it was posted on other sites in the past. Any questions as to the authenticity of this, or any of my other pieces should be directed to my email.

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